May 7, 2022 Tom Atkins Poem: The Auction House The Auction House The warm glow of patina. Everyone’s castoffs suddenly beautifulin a new context. About this poem About antiques. About people. Tom Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...